You act like love was a commodity
Commuting on the London train;
Selling space likely option
Knowing awareness was in the brain.

No conversation pleases you
Recalling the opposite of Adam and Eve
And when we hit a silent remonstration,
The Fall of Man reviews the locus of Steve.

It is always the same, between you and I:
Seeking the meaning of life under the skies.
But what if heaven runs different to your employment,
Am I off to be different like one of the guys?

Can you stand it? Will you let it be?
Is there a legacy from a university?
Defeat this, save that, take it literally –
And call me a prat!
What is Thine when she is not Thee?

Where is Mary and what is the history?

Where do you get your beliefs from? Miss I-Amness,
Is it the movie screen with ice cream before the news?
Or am I refined sugar for you to eat energetically?
Seeking the balance of time between me and you.

Snake bite and rattle bars caging sums
There must be a nuance for the leprosy of containing
The overspill of contagion between bums on seats
That is the replete abridgement of what I meant
When I kept quiet like a guy bent on a poetic concourse.

AI Summary

It’s a dialogue with someone who treats love like a transaction, pushing you into philosophy, myth, and self‑defence just to stay whole. The poem shows two minds misaligned—one seeking meaning, the other avoiding depth—leaving you wrestling with belief, identity, and the unspoken tensions between intimacy and intellect. It becomes a record of the thoughts you swallow when silence feels safer than truth.